Whence, then, cometh this call for soft, complimentary preaching? Who commanded it? When did it reform the church, purify the morals, or put Satan and his powers to flight?

Away, then, with your soft preaching! Get away with such nonsense. 'Tis an upstart of worldly wisdom, edited by his Satanic Majesty, which sends men to destruction and perdition!

We say, give us the old kind-the old firebrands like the above-men who joined no party, entered into no faction, feared nothing but God Almighty. And see what success they had. They had the promise of "Them that honour me I will honour," from the throne, and they were strangers to the fear of man.

Poetry.

HEAVEN.

OH, beautiful land of the dim unseen!

Where the mortal shadow hath never been;
Where the angels stand with their folded wings,
And strike their harps to the King of kings.

Where the saints are clothed in their robes of white,
And on every head is a crown of light,

While anthem peals in a rapturous strain,

"Glory and power to the Lamb that was slain."

Oh, the gates of pearl and the streets of gold!
Symbols to us of the riches untold,

For who shall compare an earthly gem
With the stars in the Saviour's diadem!

Oh, blessed land where no taint of sin
Shall ever enter the portals within :

Where doubts, and repinings, and self, and pride,
Are lost in hosannas to Him who died.

Oh, haven of peace where the storm is o'er!
Oh, healing tree on the emerald shore!
Oh, fadeless day, with no shadowy night!
For the Lord our God is its changeless light!

Bright, beautiful land of the dim unseen,
Where the wearied footstep hath never been,
Where sorrow is banished, with cares, and fears,
Where they reap in joy that have sown in tears.

Oh, grant that at last, in the final day,
When sects and creeds shall be scattered away,
With more trusting hearts, and with sweeter lays,
We may all unite in our Saviour's praise.